So, I am suddenly very conscious that I've been wittering on about random details without telling you what kind of W day we're actually planning. Here, dear reader, is an overview.
I love a stately home. Or a boutique hotel. Or a castle. I just couldn't see us getting married in any of them. When we sat down and thought about our big priorities wedding-wise, we realised we wanted it to be personal with a capital P, in a place that means something to us, with loads of homemade details. So there was really only one option. My grandparents live in the Sussex countryside, with a big garden surrounded by fields. My gran offered, and that decided it - a humanist ceremony in the garden and a marquee reception. We didn't even look at any other venues in the end.
So, since October, we've booked two marquees - one for the ceremony and one for the reception, a florist, a caterer - who'll be laying on afternoon tea and an evening pie buffet, a photographer, and all sorts of other suppliers (and my goodness you need a LOT when you're planning a marquee wedding). Wedding planning has become a real family affair, with mums, aunts and sisters sewing metres and metres of bunting, gardening plans aplenty, dad making signs, Essex boy rustling up some really rather lovely save the dates, and me getting crafty in front of the telly on a regular basis.
The plan is a relaxed vintage/country garden/ rustic chic wedding with hay bales for seating, jam jars of flowers, Pimms and garden games. Colour-wise, we've gone for blush pink and sage green, with blues and purples in the flowers and the boys' lovely Liberty print ties. So far, even though every time you book another supplier you feel like you've handed over a big wodge of control over everything, it feels like 'us'. And so far, even though it gets stressful every now and then, I am loving wedding planning. Even if I do seem to spend every day with my fingers crossed...
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